Heavenly Gates Exist No More

| The Beginning |

A.N.-- Just a few quick things before we start, this story is based on a dream I had once and I'm using what I remember from that to write the first couple chapters. I still need names for a few characters(since this is 90% dream I dont remember names and shit or if anyone actually had any) so if you want to help me with that that would be lovely ^^. also, dont let the way this first bit is written scare you away from the story, I'm putting about 0 effort into author notes so I can put at least 50% effort into actually writing. Thanks for reading this bit and the rest of the story ^^

HI. That's how you would normally greet someone, right? Sorry if I'm bad at this, I'm not the best at talking to a piece of paper. I was told I should write down all of this so it could be printed or something, so uh, here we go...

My name is Lillian Marie Rose, I am 26 years old, Female, and I hate my first name. Everyone here calls me Marie, not to be mistaken as Marry, she's a cunt desk lady you talk to if you have news on door activity. I have been raised to defend our side of doors, and by raised I mean I was bred to be made into this perfect defender. Everyone says that I'm exactly what they had expected me to be. Perfect. I wouldn't say that at all.

I guess I should explain the whole situation here... Well the doors as mentioned before, are those that go in and out of hell. I'm part of a group that keeps these doors confined and under control so everyone else can have a normal life. These doors can range from actual doors to a hole in a wall. you can guess what you can expect to find coming out of these doors, demons. They are a whole lot meaner and, well, different then what we thought they would be. Most have developed camouflage so they're harder to find when they come through. Though some demons look like horrid monsters, some look kinda... um... hot? Whatever, this doesn't matter.

So I was raised for this right? I should be good at this, right? I shouldn't have been the one that messed up.... right?

My mess up started a few years after I had started actually working, out of training completely, and already living up to expectations.

I wish someone could have trained better. Its all my fault. He even said so. Maybe hes right....

A.N.-- short beginning I know, but the real story will start in the next chapter. This one was just like an intro monolog thing yeee. also most of the art in this is going to be by meee